The rain was pouring heavily today, and the night was filled with torrential downpours, yet the room was ablaze with passion.
Ming Mei emerged from the blankets and gently kicked Zhuang Zhixi with her foot, saying, "Get me a glass of water."
Zhuang Zhixi didn't bother putting on any clothes; he simply lifted the blanket and got up to pour water. The room was dark, but it didn't hinder his vision. After all, he knew where everything in his own home was, even with his eyes closed.
He handed the water to his wife and said, "Here."
Ming Mei felt parched and wiped the sweat from her forehead before gulping down the water. Then, she lazily lay back on the bed and said, "I'm going back to my parents' place tomorrow. Will you come with me?"
Zhuang Zhixi replied, "Sure."
If it weren't for the heavy rain today, they would have gone over this evening. Ming Mei had slaughtered a sheep herself, so she naturally wanted to bring some to her parents.
